Live in Five tour - 29th of April, Carling Islington Academy
By Lyta and Frosteh
Lyta: I broke into my old school ILLEGALLY in order to collect Frosteh at 3.45pm (If anyone's interested the door code for Farnborough Hill is 1805 but be quick cause it changes in September!) and waited around outside the Chemistry lab for her.
Frosteh: Yeah, I got a lot of weird looks because I needed to get changed, so I was randomly stripping off in the lesson… Don't get excited you perverts! Anyway, we left, we went to the station and sat around on the platform being hyper for a while… Ringtones were involved, I forget how
.Lyta: We sat on the train for an hour eating sandwiches and Jelly Beans trying to hide from the scary Caribbean religious man babbling about Jesus and the end of the world. What's even scarier was that he was sober… I think but he still couldn't say Jesus properly!
Frosteh: Then we got to Waterloo and wandered around the Underground, eventually made it to the Angel and I resisted the urge to paint fangs on a sign for the Angel Dentist… So we went and bought fantasy novels instead.
Lyta: She bought…. 3 books whilst I complained about book shelving in Borders before we found the entrance to the Carling Academy. I got a little hyper at the sign that said James Marsters before joining the queue and commenting on random people.
Frosteh: Like the old ladies with blue-rinses, and the bald guy. Despite this, and the woman giving us leaflets, we eventually made it inside and I then had the fun job of saving our places in the mob so Lyta could take our money and go buy things. I nearly got crushed, but we survived.
Lyta: I dropped my purse and spilt change all over the floor but managed to get most of it back. I bought 2 CDs, 2 DvDs, 2 badges and 2 photos…. Scary amount of money but I couldn't care less I was high! (not literally honest! JM does that to me.)
Frosteh: Then the geniuses in charge turned the air conditioning off. As we were all standing crammed against the stage, this was a BAD idea. Two people actually passed out before anybody came on stage and had to be carried outside; the guys giving out water ignored us, which was very rude.
Lyta: An hour later Stryngs appeared and sang 4(?) songs which were actually really good but we didn't have any money left for the CD. We were the biggest crowd that they'd played to so they were taking pictures of us for Stryngs' Mum. Stryngs herself commented on how hot it was so it's not just us! Several people were calling for James so they left to get him whilst we chanted over the loud music blaring from the big ass speakers.
Frosteh: Then there was an announcement just in case we were all morons, checking we were actually in the right concert. Terrifyingly, some people actually weren't and left rather hurriedly. Then we stood and waited. And waited. And waited. In the end I found myself agreeing with the Swedish guy behind us; James probably was jacking off. He finally appeared, though, and there was a LOT of screaming.
Lyta: We did both scream and the German lady in front of us was doing some really impressive whistles. By this time it was about 10pm and I had a drunk girl draped over me. No I had never met her before but she seemed comfortable and kept yelling 'take your shirt off', in my ear, before progressing to 'take your knob out'… She was drunk!
Frosteh: So I foolishly agreed to change places with Lyta, with the result that I spent the rest of the evening being stroked by the drunk girl and functioning as a camera stand. I'm informed I was very good at it, though. James told us his story about breaking the E string, which is 'the big fucker' and physically impossible to break. We played a game where he left and we screamed to get him back. He played a song he'd composed an hour before and messed it up a couple of times, much to our delight!
Lyta: The Swedish guy (no we don't know his name) asked for 'Goodnight Sweet Girl' but James said that was Charlie's song and refused to play it. He did play some Ghost Of The Robot classics like Angel and Dangerous so we were happy… Like we wouldn't have been otherwise!
Frosteh: It was around this point that the heat was getting so stupid we had to resort to begging ice cubes from the drunk girl. She didn't mind, luckily, as we would never have reached the bar alive. And the ice cubes tasted of vodka and Red Bull, which was an added bonus.
Lyta: The concert finished with much cheering and calls for James to come back, which he didn't damnit, so we went to the bar to get some water. They refused to sell us a bottle of fucking water! Grr. We slowly made our way out of the madness that was people buying the last CDs and walked round the block searching for possible exits to guard so JM couldn't escape without us. Having decided after the Ghost Of The Robot fiasco that we were going to find him after the concert we had to find his car.
Frosteh: So, naturally, we broke into the car park with the Swedish guy that we'd met an hour before. Lyta knew what car he was driving, so we found it, but he wasn't actually there so after a while we gave up and went back to the back door where we met some very strange people (even by our standards!)
Lyta: There were a couple of women there that were calling a couple of men Spike and Angel and to our horror they were calling the women Buffy and Cordelia. We were then offered stolen crisps by a probable illegal immigrant who was telling the Swedish guy he loved him because he talked funny English…. This from a guy with a thick Polish accent!
Frosteh: When the weirdos left us alone we started chatting to a very nice woman in a wheelchair, and she and Lyta started comparing scars. We had strange childhoods, okay? Then Stryngs came outside and started talking to us; she was really nice and gave us nicknames. I am now Random Person (moi, random? Never!) and Lyta was christened Friend-Of-Random-Person-Who-Dislocated-Her-Knee-At-University-By-Sitting-Down.
Lyta: Yes I did do that. Then we met a not-quite-with-it blonde girl who told us that she had drunk an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in the queue, passed out in the toilets and woke up half way through the gig. I, by this time, was manically dancing on the spot whilst Frosteh was sitting on the road, eating the remaining Jelly Beans. Guess what? James appeared!!!
Frosteh: His manager-type-person called Steve came out first and ordered us to be respectful, informing us that we would NOT get any autographs. Miserable bastard. But nobody was paying him any attention because we were too busy trying not to drool at James. He came out and smiled and said hi, then got in the van and started making faces at us (well, the blonde girl mainly, but she wasn't paying attention so it's her loss.)
Lyta: Yeah her loss cause James was kissing the inside of the window and gesturing for her to kiss the other side. I took advantage of her lack of... well anything really… and kissed the window back. I got James smiling by doing that so it was worth the ulcer I developed from the dirty window. (I'm actually grinning insanely just writing this!) Then the driver nearly ran the woman in the wheelchair over, idiot, but we all moved quickly.
Frosteh: We attempted to chase the van, but that didn't really work too well, so we trekked back to where my dad was waiting with the car and went on a quest for water. You can't buy water in London, did you know that? We ended up having to buy a two-litre bottle of 7-Up from a chicken and burger place. All I wanted was a fucking drink! The journey home is kinda blurred… We were too hyper to pay much attention. We told my dad about the window snog, and his comment was "If the car had been icy you'd have stuck to the window!" We looked at each other and Lyta said, "Damn." It was about 2am when we got home…
BEST NIGHT EVER.
(Thanks James)The end
BTW our picture is online at jamesmarsterslive.com. We're in the crowd.
Frosteh: I made a screenshot of it, stared at it until I went cross-eyed, found and circled us and uploaded it.
Unfortunately Photobucket shrank it… The green circle is me, the red is Lyta and the blue is Stryngs, if you can't read it.
